Of course, this is an adult story with adult homosexual content and is not to be read by minors...blah blah blah. If you don't like adult gay stuff, don't read it. This is my first attempt at a story, so let me know what you think so far. This is rated R so far, so don't expect anything hardcore. The next couple installments will be quite X if I get a response to this story. Let me know if I should continue this story, and tell me if you like it or think it stinks. All characters are not real people, although I did base them heavily on real people from real life with fake names...although those people probably won't recognize themselves and definitely don't read this site at all. Write me at mystories79@hotmail.com
No matter what you are planning to do at five in the morning, it's still too damn early for it. But, Ryan was almost used to it. It has been about ten years since he first went body boarding. Twenty-one now and he still looked back to when he was ten, charging those waves at the same beaches with the same group of guys. It's funny how little things have changed. Still friends and still hitting the beach every opportunity they get. It seems that the only thing that's changed since those days are their bodies. He's added a couple feet to his former four, and a few dozen pounds. None of it is fat. With all the swimming he does, he has the typical athletic 20-year-old body, including the California tan. The girls seem to like it, and he liked the girls...but, he also liked guys. That's something that has changed in the past ten years.
No one knew about Ryan. Not even he could acknowledge his sexuality until recently, when it had become undeniable. Ryan lay under his covers staring at the ceiling. He turned his head to the side and looked at the clock's red numbers with its blinking colon. 5:04. He muttered, "shit." He turned his head back and pulled his covers closer. Cold morning, he thought. He closed his eyes and he drifted back to sleep.
Michael turned right at the stop sign two houses down the street from Ryan. He loved his new black truck and so did Ryan. He pulled up to Ryan's house and parked next to the curb, shutting off the car. He knew Ryan would be asleep, he always was. It was a tradition, and Michael continued the ritual as he walked in the dew soaked grass while his toes got moist in his sandals. With his light brown hair completely uncombed and his light brown eyes, he squeezed behind the bushes and his sweatshirt caught on a branch for a moment. He reached down and scratched himself. He lifted his arm and pounded on Ryan's window. Then he repeated the pounding because Ryan could sleep through anything, and besides, that's what he always did.
"Christ,' Ryan bolted up, erect in his bed, in a couple ways. The blanket slid off his chest and the cold air hit his naked skin. The pounding on the window started again, and Ryan could hear Michael's semi-whispered; "Ryan! Wake up bitch!"
Ryan always slept naked and he jumped out of bed and pulled on yesterday's boxers, not so much as he didn't want Michael to see his boner, but more for the cold. They had been best friends since kindergarten and they had seen each other naked a hundred times. Groggily, Ryan walked across his room, stepping over clothes and random junk and he pulled apart two blinds. He ran his fingers through his too-blond long hair and peered outside.
To Ryan, Michael was a constant reminder of his sexuality and his frustration because of it. Michael was gorgeous. He had that constant tan that didn't go away in the winter and a fantastic body. He wasn't buff, just well defined. He had the body of an athlete, not a body builder.
Looking out the window, he saw it was Michael as Michael walked to his truck to wait for Ryan. Ryan walked away from the window and pulled on his quicksilver jeans and a wife beater out of his top drawer. He donned his favorite blue sweatshirt and slipped on his somewhat ratty shoes. Not one to keep a hot guy waiting, Ryan grabbed his body board and fins and jetted out the door to the front yard. He threw his equipment into the back of the truck and jumped into the front seat.
Michael turned down the latest punk album he had and turned to Ryan.
"Bro, you're gonna freeze your balls off without a wetsuit. Just because I can handle the cold in my board shorts don't mean you can," Michael said as he smiled, showing those perfect teeth.
Ryan shut his sleepy eyes and strolled to his garage and emerged with his suit, throwing it on top of his other equipment in the truck and jumped back in the cab.
"That's better," Ryan said as he turned back up the music.
Michael quickly turned down the music again as he drove away from Ryan's house.
"Dude, you didn't even ask me about my date last night." Michael complained to Ryan.
"Oh, yeah! I totally forgot." Ryan wishing he had forgotten because he wished he was on the date with him.
"Good news or bad news first?" Michael asked. It's a game Michael and Ryan always played.
"Unfortunately I didn't get laid. That's the bad news," Michael frowned. "But the good news is that I got the blow job of the century." Michael smiled again. He always seemed to be smiling, Ryan thought.
"Well, the century is only a year old bro," Ryan pointed out, smiling just as wide.
"True my friend. Very true. I can't complain though, but then again, how often does ten dollars worth of pasta at the Olive Garden buy you a BJ?" Michael asked. They both laughed out loud at that one as Michael pulled up to Justin's house.
"You're one fucked up individual Michael."
Michael turned to Ryan, smiled big, "I try. Now get out you whore and get Justin's ass up."
Ya, if only I could get his ass....
Ryan slid out of the truck seat and started to walk to the gate that leads to the back of Justin's house. If Michael was all energy and smiles, Ryan was Mr. Low Key. Justin fell somewhere in the middle. He opened the latch and headed into the back yard. There he saw Justin's window and he stepped into the rose garden Justin's mom cared for. He didn't care what he damaged; she was a total bitch to everyone and Ryan absolutely despised her. That was weird to Ryan because Justin was probably the nicest guy in the world. Unlike Michael, he didn't play the ladies for all they were worth. One time Ryan borrowed Justin's favorite long board and it fell off his car on the freeway heading south to San Diego. The thing disintegrated when it smacked into the front of a Mack truck. Ryan felt terrible, Michael laughed and Justin just gave him his other board for the trip. That's a friend, Ryan thought.
Justin didn't have blinds, just pulled back curtains. He looked through the window and saw Justin sprawled out on his bed above his covers. The heater must have been on because it was way to cold to sleep in boxers above the covers. Justin was another looker. From toe to top he was just under six feet and more muscular than both Ryan and Michael. Must be all that swimming, Ryan thought. He normally had dark hair and blue eyes, but he had recently bleached his hair and now it was the lightest of the bunch. He was also the youngest of the group at 19.
I could look at this all day.
Ryan knocked lightly on the window. Nothing. Then again. Still nothing. This time he pounded hoping to wake his mom too. Ryan smiled at that thought and seeing Justin stir. His eyes opened and turned to the window. He nodded his acknowledgement and Ryan pointed to the front of the house. Justin gave him his sleepy smile, which was one of his cutest attributes.
Ryan headed back to the truck and stood by the door while Michael played his new music too loud.
Justin appeared ducking under his garage door as it rose open. He had board, suit and fins in hand. Dressed in some worn jeans, thongs and a blue wool sweater he walked to the truck.
How does he manage to have his hair look combed when he just woke up?
"What's up bro!" Justin said to Ryan, smiling.
"You know, I'm ready to really hit some waves today. Nice swells in from the storm in Mexico bro."
"I'll take bitch if you want Ryan."
"Ah, you're too nice, but I don't mind it," Ryan replied.
Ryan opened the door and climbed in to the center seat next to Michael. This was the second best part of the day. Being squeezed between two hot guys was so cool.
"What the hell you smiling about bitch?" Michael play punched Ryan in the arm.
"I'm stoked to hit the waves!" Ryan lied.
Justin jumped into the truck. "Lets go!"
The feeling of both their legs pressed against his own was one of the best parts of the day for Ryan. Now if he could keep things under control "down there" he wouldn't be too embarrassed changing into his wet suit. And changing time was the best part of the day...period.
Ryan pulled into the spot that was, lucky for them, not next to a Huntington Beach parking meter, and his parking job was horrible as usual.
"Bro, you need to learn to drive and park because I get more scared every time we go somewhere," Ryan complained to Michael.
"You could always walk, right Justin?" Michael asked.
"You guys are like two old ladies, and now lets go do what we came here for." Justin smiled and climbed out of the truck.
I came here to see you guys take your pants off. Yummy. Ryan thought. The guys got out of the truck and they all grabbed their equipment in the back. Justin handed Ryan his wet suit.
"Suit up ladies!" Michael laughed and smiled.
Justin took off his shirt and his wife beater exposing his tan hairless chest to the cold sea air. He gave himself a hug and shivered.
"Dude, I could cut myself on my nipples." They all laughed as Justin touched his nipple like someone touching a sharp knife.
Man oh man was Justin a hottie. Ryan loved seeing Justin change and he wished he had seen more of his naked body. Justin was the most shy of the group and never showed himself, which was the opposite of Michael who seemed to take considerable pride in his nakedness. In fact, Ryan had not once seen Justin's naked body and wished he could.
They all had their shirts off and Michael had already dropped his quicksilver jeans and stood in his boxers, retrieving his towel and wet suit from the back of the truck. He threw Justin and Ryan their towels and wet suits. Ryan watched as Justin wrapped a towel around his waste so he could change "surfer style." As he was doing this he turned around to face away from Michael and Ryan. Michael looked at Ryan, put one finger to his lips and mouthed "shhh." Ryan wasn't sure what he was doing as he watched Michael tip toe to Justin. Justin dropped his jeans and boxers and bent over to pick up his wet suit.
Right as Michael grabbed Justin's towel, Ryan realized what Michael was doing. It was too late. As Justin was bent over Michael yanked the towel and Justin stood up immediately and cupped his balls and cock, totally embarrassed.
Ryan had the perfect shot of his ass and saw a brief glimpse of the more illusive parts of Justin.
His blue eyes wide, hands cupped at his crotch, he cussed at Michael, "You mother fucker!"
Michael howled in laughter bending over holding his stomach.
"That is not cool Michael." Ryan lied again. This was so cool! Justin, not laughing, grabbed his wet suit and put it in front of him and covered his bare white ass with his board just in time. A young woman jogging by looked right at him and Justin blushed red as his board.
Ryan walked over to the hysterical Michael and grabbed Justin's towel and threw it to him. Ryan glared at Michael. "Not cool Michael. Not cool."
"I'm sorry Justin." Michael was still laughing, although he was catching his breath. He felt a little guilty, especially after the jogger ran by.
"Whatever Michael. You'll pay. I'll get you," Justin smiled menacingly and threatened as he held tight to his fig leaves.
"Oooo, I'm scared. What's your scrawny ass gonna do Justin?" Michael joked, knowing Justin was anything but scrawny.
Michael started to walk to Justin pretending he was going to pick a fight.
"Oh, go ahead Michael, touch my shit and see what happens," Justin threatened again, and smiling more, finally forgiving Michael.
Michael got close to Justin as Justin dropped his board, showing his ass to the wall and punched Michael hard in the arm.
"OW! Bitch," Michael winced, putting his arms up, still sexy as hell with his shirt off, in a show of surrender.
"Come on girls, lets go," Ryan demanded seeing some nice breaking waves lit by the dawning sun.
The three best friends finished dressing, this time with no incidents of mischief. Michael, in his usual confidence, dropped his boxers for the whole world to see and Ryan took up every moment of it. He glanced at him and lusted inside.
Such a nice firm ass. And man, if I could get that cock. Uh oh, better calm down a little Ryan.
Ryan looked away towards Justin and Justin quickly looked away from Michael's direction. He caught Ryan's eyes. Oops, Justin thought.
What the hell? Ryan though, maybe I'm not as alone ass I thought. That sent Ryan's capable mind racing, and he started to think of a plan.
They finished up and all three set off to the waves for another perfect morning, a morning that would start off a perfect month for all the guys, and they had no idea what was coming.